“I am so mad at you,” said our dearly beloved reader-friend Sue. And then we were interrupted by another friend so I could not hear exactly why she was mad.
Do you remember the movie Protocol with Goldie Hawn? No? Just me, then. The head of the protocol office asks Goldie, “My dear, do you know what you’ve done?”
Goldie answers something to the effect, “Whatever it is I can fix it. Or clean it. Or pay for it.”
That was the thought going through my mind, “Whatever it is I can fix it. Or clean it. Or pay for it.”
I panicked because the last thing in the world I wanted was to have Sue mad at me.
Turns out Sue thought it was time I stopped referring to myself as a
fat mommy runner. I will do my very best, but it is going to be a while before I can refer to myself as a runner — period — without laughing.
I haven’t actually seen Coach Sam in several weeks; although, we have kept in touch by email. Sue’s husband Les has done a nice job acting as assistant coach. I’m not sure he knows I’ve given him the title. He will now. One day my leg was bothering me and because he is a former phy ed teacher*, I asked him what he thought.
“Well, you should ask your coach,” he said and then gave me a list of about 20 things to try. It was excellent advice and my leg felt better in a couple of days.
Are you ever too old to need the comfort and advice and cheerleading from people a little farther along the path than you are? I surely hope not.
* I’d like to insert a joke here about him being especially helpful because he was an adaptive phy ed teacher, but . . .
(1) I don’t want to get into more trouble with Sue.
(2) I don’t want to show any disrespect to adaptive phy teachers who are amazing heroes in this particular house. 😉